Chapter 35Emerging into the light, Jewel walked with cat-like grace. He wore the royal trappings of a prince, including a small, jewelled crown. Nyles breath caught in his throat. He was born for this. He looks confident and comfortable. And Mirza can see that. He’s unsettled, unsure.
“What is this?” Mirza gestured dismissively at Jewel. “Why is he wearing such garments. He was stripped of his standing along with his harlot mother.”
Kasim answered. “My father may have removed Almas’s mother’s status as a princess, but as you know, Mirza, as king, I can restore a male child’s place within the family. And for the record, my father limited the exclusion only to his daughter. As my great nephew, Almas will be next in line should anything happen to Haidar. Before my son has a line of this own
